The Madness In My Mind

Walking through the darkness of the madness in my mind I stumble on the pieces of the twisted thoughts I find I think about the way I am and what I'll never be as I sort through the wreckage of what once was known as me Searching for the sunshine I am drowning in the rain submerged in black emotion I'm infused with all it's pain There is no way I can escape this hell inside my head and though I am still breathing I've become the living dead In my heart I'm grieving for a life I'll never know I'm begging for my freedom as I feel my madness grow I am praying for redemption as I choke on bitter tears but I cannot find forgiveness as I'm swallowed by my fears I wonder if they see it when they look into my eyes I'm torn apart and weakened as in silence my heart cries and all the feelings that I hold are suffocating me as they cut and claw my mind until they're all I see Time is rushing by me I am tired, growing old the winds of change are blowing and their bite is harsh and cold I keep fighting for my freedom but my freedom I won't find as long as I am living in the madness of my mind Living with my madness is the only life I know and so much time is wasted as my useless teardrops flow I don't need to see tomorrow should it be just like today while I'm living in my madness I'm not living anyway Note: This was written after a bout with my depression and all is well! To quote a dear, beloved friend, I am “Making lemonade”! Love, Robin